They don't have much of a winter in Los Angeles. So, a window scraper is no use. Until someones peculiar mind haven't decided to turn them into an Emerging Artist Award.
Where I come from it is snowing for breakfast. And if it wouldn't stop you might as well have it for dinner. So much that you can not even walk. Only fly.
So, I flew to LA, got myself a fast car, a friend to lose and a 3 cm thick window scraper.